After taking nourishment we saddled up and proceeded in the usual bikerphalanx to make the run to the event. I have to say, proceeding across
Manhattan among machines many of which were on a par with those being
displayed at the museum was a thrill.

Two of our membership (Art of the Motorcycle|Ultan and Charles) worked on
the exhibit and they and
Brian Slark (who had contributed several of the bikes on display) provided their
expertise in leading three groups through the show. I was glad to have
landed in Brian's section, as he's an expert on Nortons.

After we'd taken in this astounding show, the group rode up to Spanish Harlem
where a small gathering had been arranged at the end of a short dirt track
which lead us to a club at the edge of the Harlem River.

We broke up around dusk and headed our separate ways. I went off to spend
the evening with friends at the hellfire club, a fine end to a fine day.